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Saw you dancing on the floor
Whole room stood still 
Looking at you caught you by surprise (What)
Yea you gimme a quick look
Imma throw up this cash

Football's coming home again

Looking back on when we first met
I cannot escape and I cannot forget
Southgate, you're the one, you still turn me

ripping my cheek 
I'm not the one to cut the crap in the mirror looking meaner 
I'm just the one to cut the grass if the other side looks greener 
All my

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe

from the streets of the H
Got no love for the weak or the fake
Lookin like I’m bout to ski by the face
50 Gs and a big white key in my safe
Live from

They take out their loans
Purchase our homes
Kick out my folks
Jack up the costs
Paint all the doors
Now it's all ghosts
Black is just bedtime
Now we

Uh yea uh 
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me

and jabbed too
Cold blood, in your veins, cold blood, in your veins
No shame, in your game, no change
So heartbroken, that I threw up
Now I'm looking for

to get the GAME and then they take it home
Ask Tiga you hear our lingual in all his songs
Who y'all think responsible for putting G Eazy on
We rock them

Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

Rap: Hall of Fame

1992

whatcha got

I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here

Rapper's Delight

The Sugarhill Gang

The Showdown: The Sugarhill Gang vs. Grandmaster Flash

1999

whatcha got

I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here

go out alone 
I got 4 more boys in case you
Never come home
And there's one more thing
I got to say to you Jack
Don't come home a coward 
Or just don't

still got his power
Cuz my father didn't have a weapon 
And my mother  never been to prison 
We crying out for justice
It's just us out here now

bawling, bursting at the seams
Naive, raised by confidantes and a dream
Dressed all in white with a crown of roses
Thorns hold your eyes, too ingrained

It's so hard to fly when your wings are broken
I guess it's hard to see God when you're so blind
We still gotta look for that light though
Tell em'

cherish most
Auntie clutching on that bottle she became a ghost
PTSD from seeing demons leaving a host
Jack boys riding bikes with the card in the spoke

indecisive and I’m chosin’
You standin’ still and I’m cruisin’
I’m still standing for the movement
Kneeling for the anthem
In solidarity not as a tantrum
I’m

but I don't speak a word of Spanish
But It's El Charro with the hot flow looking for a real thot
Coz I don't mind long as the top looking good like Jill

condition was a drumline
I couldn't change these snares near as fast as my life
I don't think I got my point across
Cuz most of ya'll still be looking at me

Yeah
Costello
Still typing
Before the mid teens I was drafted by the streets
Signed a mountain deal for seven years D.O.C
On a pasta diet weights was

the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all

'Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall

No time at all, no fake, no jacks

Perhaps when the gat spins,

I told my problems they reason that I’m high
I told the reaper he the reason that I cry.
I’m Walter White I really do it for my fam
In love with

my arm
But you still have your music
And I've still got my eyes on the land and the sky
You sing for your friends and your family
I'll walk green

at the finals
Making wild moves bank accounts full
Enjoying swedish massages by the pool
Champagne brunches European sunsets
Just a dream for the hustlers

Honey